Li Shouqing wiped the smoke from his face with his sleeve and said bitterly: "The firepower of the little Japanese is not good, but they are too fierce to fight bayonets. He organized several suicide squads before and after the humble position, but all of them were pushed back by the little Japanese with bayonets. The terrain here is wrong, which is not conducive to our ability to exert our firepower advantages."

"Don't tell me these useless things." Li Songhuo said, "I'll just ask you, is it okay to have a 3rd camp or not? If not, change people."

Li Shouqing could not bear this. He took off the military cap on his head and slapped it on the ground, yelling with his neck, "Group, just see, if you don't defeat the little Japanese this time, I, Li Shouqing, will never come back to see you alive." After that, Li Shouqing turned his head and shouted around, "Brothers, fight with me."

Li Shouqing roared, and more than 200 people emerged from the ruins in an instant. Many of them had gauze wrapped around their heads and arms, and blood was still seeping out of the gauze scarf. The remaining officers and soldiers of the 3rd Battalion were all here. Li Shouqing took the machine gun from an old soldier, held the machine gun and fired violently while rushing up.

Seeing that the battalion commander had all arrived, the remaining 200 officers and soldiers of the 3rd Battalion were red in their eyes, and they followed with bayonets screaming. The figure of a little Japanese appeared in the ruins ahead, and then sporadic guns were heard, all of which were the sound of the 38th large cover, and there was almost no sound of a crooked handle or a Type 92 heavy machine gun. The little Japanese was indeed almost out of bullets.

Li Shouqing rushed forward with the machine gun in his arms. After a magazine was almost finished, a small Japanese suddenly jumped out from behind the broken wall in front of him. He rushed up silently with a bayonet. Li Shouqing had no time to change the magazine, and immediately shouted and swung the machine gun round and smashed it hard on the Japanese soldier's head.

The Japanese soldier did not dodge, but just turned his head slightly, and the bayonet in his hand still stabbed Li Shouqing's heart.

It means that Li Shouqing's machine gun was already smashing the Japanese soldier's head. With a bang, the Japanese soldier's helmet was smashed to a large chunk of depression. His eyes suddenly popped out, and his mouth also made a subconscious scream, but his bayonet also stabbed Li Shouqing's heart.

Li Shouqing's strong body trembled suddenly, then froze in place, his whole eyes began to become dull, and his movements became a little mechanical. With a clang, Li Shouqing landed on the ground by the machine gun in his hand, and then Li Shouqing slowly lowered his head and stretched out his hands to hold the bayonet that was inserted into his chest.

The Japanese soldier screamed twice and became angry. His body fell back with Li Shouqing.

The guard who had already rushed to the front finally turned back. Seeing Li Shouqing's heart with a knife, he started to wail like a pig. Hearing the guard's wail, Li Shouqing slightly regained his consciousness, turned his head slowly and mechanically, raised his right hand with difficulty, pointed at the street in front, and said word by word: "Don't worry about me, rush, kill

Before he finished speaking, Li Shouqing tilted his head and swallowed his last breath.

"Battle, Battle" guard wailed twice again, then turned around and rushed forward with a bayonet while yelling hysterically, "Little Japanese, I'll join your eighteen ancestors..."

A Japanese soldier suddenly jumped out of the slant, and a skilled sting pierced through the guard's right chest. Although the guard suffered a severe injury, it was not fatal. He swung the stock and was about to smash the Japanese soldier's head. Unfortunately, the Japanese soldier reacted faster and kicked the guard's chest first and kicked him to the ground, and then poked the guard's left chest down.

The guard threw away his rifle, freed up his hands to hold the Japanese soldiers' bayonet tightly, and did not allow him to stab him. The two were fighting, and another Japanese soldier rushed over from the side, and a bayonet was found according to the guard's heart. The guard sighed softly, and his hands were finally released. The bayonet of the Japanese soldier also pierced into his heart.

On his deathbed, the guard looked up at the entire battlefield and found that more than 200 brothers who had been charged in the 3rd Battalion had all fallen in a pool of blood. He was the last one to fall, but the little Japanese didn't get any advantage. The battlefield was full of Japanese corpses, and there were at least hundreds of them.

The little Japanese did not get any advantage, and they also suffered heavy casualties.

The Japanese soldiers from the infantry brigade were not the Japanese soldiers from the infantry brigade, but the non-combatants from the division headquarters. Although these non-combatants have received regular training, they are not the real infantry after all. They are far from comparable to infantry regardless of combat experience or fighting will.

From last night to now, the National Army and the Japanese Army have basically suffered casualties.

Colonel Kondo Moto, deputy commander of the 38th Infantry Regiment, hurried into the combat room, suddenly closed his feet and reported to Akasago Nakajima: "The situation is not very good. The two infantry squadrons temporarily formed have been killed or killed, but the Chinese army has only been put into one battalion. There are more Chinese army outside the city that have not been put into combat.

"What's the matter? But I just lost two temporary squadrons." Nakajima Ashigo didn't sleep all night, his eyes were covered with blood, and he looked extremely tired, but he was calm and quite like a general. The old devil asked Mizawa Yoshio again, "Misawa Sang, how far is the troops who assisted Kawasang's troops from Toyo Prefecture?"

Yoshio Mizawa said without hesitation: "The division commander, the troops who assisted Kawasan are still ten kilometers away from Fengxian."

Nakajima Ashiko frowned. Suspicion Shizumi's infantry brigade had only walked for more than ten miles in one night. It was probably in big trouble. The Chinese army seemed to be really prepared this time. After pondering for a while, Nakajima Ashiko said again: "Allow the health team, the communication team, and the medical staff of the field hospital to participate in the battle."

Kondo Moto said again: "Second Commander, we don't have much ammunition reserve."

"It's okay." Nakajima Imago waved his hand indifferently. This old devil was really cold-blooded. For him, the officers and soldiers under him were not living lives, but just cold numbers. He said, "When the bullets are all gone, let the imperial warriors fight with the Chinese army in hand-to-hand combat."

Kondo Moto had no choice but to take the order.

Yoshio Mizawa was a little reluctant. The Japanese had never participated in the Russo-Japanese War, nor had they ever experienced the tragic tragedy of the Japanese army to seize the Lushun Fortress. Therefore, they were not as cold-blooded as the old Japanese devils of Nakajima. They said immediately: "Chief of the division, the Chinese army outside Feng County has no idea how many troops there are. Carrying out hand-to-hand combat is not a solution. So, should the 33rd infantry regiment be ordered to return from Pei County? Or Yu Qian transferred the Caochang Detachment back from Dangshan?"

Although Nakajima Ashigo ignores other people's lives, he cherishes his own life very much. The current situation in Fengxian County is indeed not optimistic. He said now: "The Caochang Detachment needs to cooperate with the 13th Division to cut off the retreat of the main force of the Chinese army in Xuzhou. It cannot be easily mobilized. It is better to transfer the 33rd infantry registrar back from Peixian County first.

A moment later, Nakajima Aigo ordered Mizawa Yoshio again, "Misawa San, call Susaka Kawashizo again, and let him get rid of the Chinese army as soon as possible and return to Fangfeng Prefecture."

When Susukawa Shizumasa was feeling overwhelmed, the communications soldier suddenly came to report: "Captain of the corps, chief of staff phone number."

Take the walkie-talkie from the communications soldier, and a slightly anxious voice from Mizawa Yoshio came from the receiver: "Suka Kawasang, the situation in Fengxian is very bad. Please be sure to return to defense in time, please be sure to return to defense in time."

Putting aside his words, helping Kawa Jingsan feels heavy. He wants to return to defense in time. The question is, is it possible?

After Susus Kawashimi issued the retreat order last night, the Kuomintang army opposite immediately rushed up like a maggot with bones, and launched a fierce attack from all directions in teams. However, once the Japanese army stopped and set off to fight back, the Kuomintang army immediately retreated far away and then shot sporadically with mortars.

Seeing that he could not get rid of the national army, Sui Shizumi Kawa was also fierce and ordered an infantry squad to launch a counterattack. As a result, the infantry squad was quickly ambushed by the national army. A powerful military force emerged from some corner and launched a fierce hand-to-hand battle with the counterattacking infantry squad. The result was extremely surprising. The attacking squad was completely destroyed.

I just stopped and stopped and spent the whole night with the National Army. There were not much casualties, but the ammunition carried by the army was almost consumed, especially the four Type 92 infantry artillery of the artillery squadron, which had only twenty shells left, and even a decent preparation for artillery fire could not be achieved.

There are also four Type 92 heavy machine guns from the Heavy Machine Gun Squadron, and there is almost no ammunition left.

Sususaka Shizumi was in a dilemma. Should he continue to move slowly like now, or should he abandon all the supplies and military supplies and retreat at full speed to Fengxian?

Sususakawa Shizumi was still hesitating there, but Xu Shijiu had already discovered the opportunity.

Shu Tongwen personally led a squad of the third company to launch a tentative attack on the Japanese army, but this time the crooked handles and pheasants on the Japanese position did not make any sound again.

Even though the Japanese were pressed by the only Czech light machine gun in this squad, they could not even lift their heads, and they still used the 38th hood to fight back. Until the platoon of the third company approached within 50 meters of the Japanese position, the Japanese dispatched infantry to launch a hand-to-hand counterattack, and the crooked handles and pheasant necks on the position were never fired.

"The little Japanese are almost out of bullets, and they can't hold it anymore." Xu Shijiu smelled a strange smell. He waved his fist viciously, turned his head and yelled at the Black Blind, "Transfer my order, the second company, the third company, and the artillery company, let go of the fight, and step up the rest of the first company to recover and prepare for hand-to-hand combat."

The offensive of the 2nd Company and the 3rd Company of the 19th Brigade immediately became fierce. Originally, it only launched a feint attack on the Japanese army in squads, but now it began to launch a strong attack on the Japanese army in platoons. Even though the Japanese army organized a counterattack, the platoons no longer turned around and retreated, but chose to use fierce machine gun fire to fight back.

There were also seven mortars from the artillery company that also began to violently bombard the small Japanese positions.

Last night, the tug-of-war between the 19th Brigade and the Japanese gave the artillery company an excellent opportunity to train troops. After a night of live-fire shooting, the shooting level of the new recruits in the artillery company may not be greatly improved, but their psychological quality has been greatly improved. After a complete set of processes, it is quite like that.

Several new recruits with good understanding have even learned to measure distance with thumbs. Of course, the accuracy is absolutely terrible. The distance measurement error can exceed 100 meters within 500 meters. If they set the distance they measured, the shells may fall on their heads. But no matter what, the cannon company finally looks like.

"The wind speed is four meters, the distance is eight hundred meters, and the shooting boundary is adjusted to the left six scales." Duzi grabbed a handful of sand and sprinkled it into the air, measuring the distance of the dust, then stretched out his right hand and gave a thumbs up, closed his left eye first and then his right eye to the Japanese position ahead, and finally estimated a distance and reported it to the gunners beside him.

The gunner set up the shooting elements that Duzi gave him. Duzi picked up a shell and stuffed it into the mouth of the cannon barrel. Then he loosened the shell and slid into the cannon chamber with both hands. Then he hit the needle and fired the bottom of the fire. After a brief delay, he could hear a loud sound, and the shell was already dragged toward the Japanese position with a sharp scream.

When Duzi and the other two recruits from the same group looked back, the shells fell on the small Japanese position and exploded. Several Japanese soldiers were completely swallowed up by the smoke and dust generated by the explosion. After a while, the smoke and dust dissipated. A large pit suddenly appeared on the small Japanese position, and several Japanese soldiers fell beside them.

"I hit me, I hit me." Duzi was immediately ecstatic and shouted with joy.

When Duzi and the two recruits in the same group were inexplicably happy, Hu Jie's voice suddenly came from not far away: "What are you shouting, what are you shouting? I fired a night of cannons and wasted dozens of shells. It's only now that my hair hits, and you still have the face to scream? Thinking back then, I was on the battlefield for the first time, and the shell dropped the Beiyang Army's machine gun position with one shell."

Hu Jie really didn't lie. When he first went to the battlefield, he really had a shell to take the Beiyang Army's machine gun position. However, this shell was not fired with a mortar, but was thrown out by him as a grenade. As a result, it happened that the shell was fired by a stone when it fell to the ground.

Of course, Hu Jie would never tell these new recruits the truth.

As he spoke, Hu Jie squatted down beside Duzi, then pointed to the Japanese tent in the distance in front and said to Duzi and the others: "Did you see the tent of the little Japanese in front? I can only get rid of him with two shells."

Duzi and the dozen new recruits surrounded them shook their heads and expressed their disbelief. It has been less than half a year since they joined the army and became artillery soldiers of the 19th Brigade Artillery Company. Today is the first time their artillery company has participated in actual combat. Naturally, they have never seen Hu Jie's prestige on the battlefield with their own eyes. But they have heard of it as false, but seeing it as true?

Duzi even visually measured the distance. The tent on Hu Jie's finger was at least two thousand meters away. This was almost the limit range of the mm-caliber mortar. At such a long distance, the shooting accuracy could not be guaranteed. Not to mention two shells, even ten shells may not be able to hit it.

"Don't believe it, right?" Hu Jie smiled, "Look at it carefully."

Hu Jie stretched out his right hand flat, and closed his left eye at the Japanese tent at least two thousand meters away in front of him, then closed his right eye. Then he got a distance based on his experience, and finally took out a small ball of cotton wool from his pocket and threw it into the air. He judged the wind speed from the offset distance of the cotton wool, and finally said: "The wind speed is meter, the distance is UU meters."

Then Hu Jie personally urged the artillery, locked the fire element, and stuffed a shell into the barrel. After a brief delay, the shell was shot out with just a sound of bullets. Duzi and a dozen new recruits stretched their necks and looked forward. For more than twenty seconds, a ball of smoke suddenly rose from the Japanese position in front, but there was at least fifty meters away from the target.

Duzi and a dozen recruits turned around and saw that Hu Jie had already adjusted the shooting angle slightly. After a while, the shooting angle was adjusted. Another shell was stuffed into the cannon chamber by Hu Jie. Then another loud roared forward. Then more than twenty seconds later, a cloud of smoke rose from the Japanese position again, and this time it hit the target.

When the smoke and dust disappeared, the tent in his sight had disappeared.

"I hit it, I hit it." The calf jumped up, even more excited than he hit the target just now.
Chapter completed!